This is a
true story, much like every other story about something that is perceived in a
moment in time.
This is a
story about how one of my friends died…
****
As the
water priest and the shape-shifter fled the scene, Damian rushed to the
clearing on the river bank and knelt by the druid’s side… The tiefling was the
first to reach her, while the Goliath and the small boy followed him shortly
after.
She had no
pulse, her breathing had stopped, and her once flowing hair was now slowly
dissolving into the ground beneath her.
****
“We are in
need of strong arms to plow the fields and water the crops, as I mentioned
before you may stay here in Summit Hall, but only after you’ve paid for your
room and meal with hard work…” – The elderly lady clad in full plate armor
looked sternly at the group of adventurers, making it absolutely clear that she
would not give any of the foul smelling, ill equipped, strange looking adventurers
in front of her one single piece of bread that they did not earn with the sweat
of their brows.
In front of
her stood a very peculiar-looking group of adventurers. At the front stood a
dark blue skinned pale-eyed tiefling, a demon-born as evidenced by the horns
that grew from his forehead towards the back of his head through the bone-white
hair he had inherited from his mother. The tail that he kept wrapped around his
waist was also a dead giveaway for those who had a keen eye for details. Damian
was used to the strange looks of of, well... pretty much everyone else but his
close friends. However, unlike most other tieflings he did not shy away from
the looks of others; in fact, he loved being the center of attention, and
enjoyed wearing very colorful clothes, as was the fashion of the people he grew
up with, the Gur of the sword coast.
To his
right stood Shieldbuster, a Goliath both in race and stature. His body looked
as if it had been carved right out of a mountainside, and wore several markings
of his tribe upon his face and body. Although most of his kind had a cold
demeanor towards pretty much everyone else, this Goliath had somehow managed to
acquire a warm look of amiability after his travels along the sword coast.
Shieldbuster was clad in the armor of the last orc he had slain in combat, a
dark steel breastplate that covered most of his body, yet his pale skin also
showed the scars of previous battles. One would not immediately guess
it, but he was also a merchant, and was used to being among regular folk
most of the time.
The knight Helmdorn
stood to the back of the group. He was clad in full plate armor, bearing the markings
of Helm, the God of Guardians, protection and protectors. He was silent, stoic, and ever vigilant. He carried a large sword strapped to his back, which showed signs of use. He had removed his helmet as he entered Summit Hall, revealing a blond head of hair, a sun-baked skin, and the evidence of elven heritage in his factions. Not quite a human and not quite an elf either. He was robust and strong for an elf, but not quite as tall and thick as a human would look. Although at rest, he kept a watchful eye around their group, his grey eyes surveying their surroundings.
To Damian's left was Lauren. The druid's glistening turquoise skin always looked like she had just walked out of a lake. She had deep dark blueblack eyes, her hair flowed as if it was perpetually underwater and had a voice that sounded as if she was talking through a seashell. She was a water Genasi, a child born touched by a water spirit. In a completely different group she might have stood out; however, she was traveling with a tiefling, a Goliath, a half elf, and a kid who was too young to know and do the things he did. She had taken a liking to this kid, and treated him as if he was part of her family
The kid, Falken, looked like just that... a kid. A 14 year-old child that seemed to hang out with a crew of people who took care of him. This, was very far from the actual reality. Falken was a very lively kid, with very dark jet black hair and the bluest eyes you had ever seen in your life. He wore leather armor that was fitted to his small complexion, on top of regular clothes and a red bandana that he kept tied around his neck. After a few moments anyone could see that this kid was up to no good. His eyes never stayed fixed in one place, although contrary to Helmdorn, his eyes were not vigilant, his eyes were eager.
Damian
looked at the old lady, then back at the group, then with a sly smirk he
replied gesturing towards the water genasi “You need someone to water the field
and crops? Say no more, Lauren why don’t you go roll down the hills? You should
be done in mere minutes”
After a
short awkward moment of silence, Shieldbuster and Falken started snickering
behind Lauren’s back while she gave the Sorcerer an unamused look. Helmdorn
just kind of stood there, trying to keep his composure in front of lady Oriana.
“You are as
lively as ever Damian… - Lauren said in the most dull tone of voice she could
possibly make, she then turned to the lady captain of the Knights – We will be
more than glad to work for the right to share a roof with the Knights of
Samular ma’am. You need but show us the way.”
Lady Oriana
gave them a disdainful look, and ordered them to present themselves before the
farmers that were working the land outside of Summit Hall, except for Damian,
who was instructed to go to the Hall’s library and act as a scribe and help the
scholars to transcribe some old texts. The day passed and they all returned to
the mess hall where the knights were to meet for supper. Bowls of hearty soup
were passed around, along with slices of venison and lamb and rustic crusty
bread. It was the best meal they had had in days and their appetites were
quickly satisfied after a few courses of heavy soup. The sounds of loud
chatter, along with the hustle and bustle of the cooks coming and going with
the platters of food made the place look a lot more lively than it actually
felt.
They had
arrived at Summit Hall after barely surviving a run in with a pair of Perytons
out in the field. The first thing that came to their attention was that
everyone in Summit Hall was carrying a weapon. Simple or martial, everyone had
a weapon strapped to their belts. as the day went by and they talked to Captain
Oriana, they realized this was because they had been attacked by bandits on
several occasions in the last few weeks. Everyone was weary and on
edge, so as soon as they entered the keep all they got were foul looks and
nasty sounding whispers. As of now, everyone seemed to have gone back to their
daily chores and was minding their own business and the food one their plates.
Lauren kept
trying to keep the kid, Falken, from appropriating other people’s belongings,
Shieldbuster started up a conversation with an old Halfling that was sitting on
a table nearby, while Damian and Helmdorn remained at the table. Their group
could be described as a motley band of mismatched members at best. Every one of
them seemed to have their own reasons to be in the company of the others
Shieldbuster’s company after a while, who seemed to be the glue that kept
everyone together somehow.
The Goliath
had been there when Falken tried to “borrow” some things from his caravan after
offering to guide them around the city of Waterdeep, and also when Damian had
stumbled onto his caravan while running away from the local guards after a
little... misunderstanding with one of the local noblemen's daughters. Helmdorn
had come to him as a hired sword, but seemed to be involved in a greater cause,
and yet he felt like part of the group already.
And Lauren…
Damian remembered that day when Lauren approached their group asking if she
could join their company in order to look for a lost person who seemed to
matter a great deal to her. Damian had tried to woo the druid into his bed, to
no avail, and almost got murdered in the process. He used to laugh whenever he
remembered the story… Now most of their relationship consisted of jokes and gags regarding their particular heritage, yet profound respect from Damian's side, due to the fact that Lauren had healed him back from the brink of death on more than one occasion.
They were
currently looking for a lost caravan, carrying a Delegation of Diplomats from
Mirabar who were by now likely dead or missing at least a few limbs. All
investigations regarding the matter had been fruitless up until now.
“Damian!”
- Shieldbuster’s voice boomed over the noise in the mess hall – “Come
here my friend!”
Damian
stood up and walked slowly over to where the Goliath was standing.
“What is it
big man?”
“I found
this little old man, he likes to talk”
Shieldbuster
was a merchant, yet he knew that in order to get the most information out of
someone he could always rely on Damian. Who had a way with words and was a lot
more calm than he was.
Damian’s
pale white eyes looked behind Shieldbuster’s enormous figure and found an old
Halfling sitting there, finishing his supper. The grey hairs on his head were a
clear evidence of how many winters he had survived, and also gave a good idea
of how many he had left.
The
Halfling kept rambling on and about how difficult life was in the Realms
lately, with bandits raiding every homestead they could find, not to mention
the appearance of so many fanatics around the area.
“Hmmm well
you are a rare sight to behold sonny… you one of them Demon spawn?”
“Tieflings”
Damian said with a courteous smile. The old man wasn’t the first or the last
one to throw racial slurs at him so he paid it no mind.
“Ah yes,
the spawn of Asmodeus… you know the people here aren’t too pleased to see your
kind around, everyone’s an enemy these days… everyone…”
“Well yes,
old man, but I assure you, my friends and I bear you and your friends no ill.
We are actually on a very important mission regarding a caravan that left from
Mirabar more than 5 tendays ago. It should have passed through Summit hall
before heading for Waterdeep. Have you heard anything regarding any such”
“Mirabar?”
– the old man gave him a puzzled look – “We haven’t seen anyone from Mirabar
pass through here since last harvest, and that was quite a long time ago”
Another
place where no one had ever seen or heard of the bloody caravan. To say that
Damian was frustrated now would be a huge understatement. So far they had been
attacked by Orcs, attacked by cultists, attacked by Griffons, Perytons, wights,
wild animals and ANOTHER band of orcs that seemed to be led by some kind of
Demon that had been a recurring sight in Damian’s nightmares ever since. But
still no news of the missing caravan. All they had to show after that was a
bunch of scars, traumatizing sights and a dead companion…
Draupnir
was not your regular elf… He had a name that sounded like a Dwarf’s name, he
behaved like a Barbarian from the North, and the last time he tried to guide
them through the wilderness, they reached the place where he would eventually
meet his end. He was part of their company, nevertheless, and his loss had
affected them a lot more than they all let on. None of them had really talked
about it since then, and Damian still had a hard time trying to reconcile the
fact that Draupnir was still alive after the fall… but that was then and this
was now.
The old man
seemed to be trying to remember something, then he slapped his knee and touched
his temple with his right index finger “Although I believe I did hear some of
the young ones in the knight’s table talking about those bandits frequenting
the roads to the north of here… And if a caravan did come from Mirabar then I believe
your best shot at finding them is by following the north road out of Summit
Hall.”
Damian
smiled, and nodded courteously “Thanks old man, I guess we might as well give
it a shot.”
Damian
stood up and motioned for shieldbuster to walk with him. The Goliath left the
Halfling behind and walked along.
“I’m not
entirely sure if following the old man’s advice is a good idea but it’s the best clue
we’ve been able to come upon since we started this whole thing… I’ll go to bed,
inform the others that we leave tomorrow and please… tell Falken to put the
Halfling’s purse back where it belongs”
“With or
without the gold?”
Damian
looked at his friend and smiled “I’ll leave that up to you, just don’t tell Helmdorn”